Tuesday morning brought brilliant winter sunshine and an extraordinary, creative energy to the Victorian glass conservatory. In the center of the sun-drenched space, Nathan had erected two full-sized antique drafting tables made of solid quarter-sawn white oak, positioned side by side facing the snow-covered Berkshire valley. Resting across the drafting boards were fresh rolls of heavy tracing vellum, T-squares, parallel rules, and sets of German precision technical pens. Claire stood…
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